Tomorrow is World Down Syndrome Day! Because it's 3/21 and DS comes from having 3 of the 21st chromosome. It's the perfect day of the year to bring awareness, don't you think?
The International Down Syndrome Coalition has a campaign going...a Blog Fest, if you will. Calling all bloggers! Tell us about you and Down syndrome!
|Me and Lea, at a castle in Germany!|
I've been thinking about it for a week. I could write a book (or 2) on the topic! So I decided to narrow it down and focus on Who I Am Now. Because it's different than who I was when Lea was born, 18 years ago. Or who I was when she was in Early Intervention, starting public school, starting homeschooling, joining Special Olympics teams.
|Who I was on Oct. 15, 1994|
Who I Was comes into play an awful lot, though! My inner Control Freak is having a hard time. (Who am I kidding? My Control Freak was never "inner." She is always right on the outside!) Since the minute Lea was born, my Control Freak took over. Let's understand something here. Being a Control Freak has negative connotations, but it's not all bad! It meant I got her the best doctors from the get-go! Pediatricians, geneticist, cardiologist, ophthalmologist, endocrinologist, and a very scary (but turned out good!) visit to a hematologist/oncologist. It meant I started fighting for her rights as soon as I realized I needed to...at 3 weeks old, when the local school district was dragging their feet on getting her started with her therapies. That Control Freak was with me the whole way through her public school years, enjoying the many good things that came of it, but Freaking Out at the bad. And finally, that Control Freak convinced me I could do a better job at home! (Oh, and a big shout out to God, who gave me that idea! Woo hoo, thanks, God!)
So Lea graduated from our little homeschool last summer. Look at her now!
|Daddy, Lainie, Lea and Mommy|
First step was summer camp. Away from home for a week! It was a camp for people with special needs. They have an excellent staff! Control Freak: Oh yeah? Well, she can't eat gluten and milk products. They will never handle that! (Which they did, with perfection!) What if they....What if they don't....Stop it! She will be fine. She will not just be fine, she will thrive! Look here, Control Freak!!
|Enjoying the sprinkler at Skyline Camp|
But wait, what's this? She is an official ADULT now? We have a great program through our public schools (gasp!) that can help her learn to be independent. (Starting to hyperventilate) It's ok...they give us parents a lot of information and a say in what she does there. She is having a terrific time and learning tons! (Feeling a little calmer.)
But wait, what's this? As an adult, she is entitled to some disability services from the government. Oh boy, here we go. (Can you say paperwork?) In comes an agency to help her get Medicaid, Social Security and respite services. (Because we BOTH need a break from each other!) But this agency does not represent us. They represent HER. They work in her best interest. But, says Control Freak, what about me? Don't I get a say in this? Yes, your opinion matters. But bottom line is they are here to protect and help Lea. Lea...who is learning to make her own decisions. (Her OWN decisions? ACK!!!) Yes, Mama, she can do it! Look who she picked as her respite caregiver!
|Claudine...one of the sweetest women on earth! Who cares about Lea just as much as I do!|
So then Who I Am is a recovering Control Freak? No. I still have 15 year old Lainie to worry about!
|LOL, it's just a prop cigarette! But it highlights the dangers of giving up my Control Freak :)|